Monthly Archives: April 2012

You know that place? You know the one I’m talking about. Known for their awesome brunch so the line is out the door at all hours, and although you know the wait is going to be tremendous, you walk over there, just to see how long the line really is and maybe put your name down. Yes, that’s the one. Almost every neighborhood has one. And in Williamsburg, this place is called Egg. Unfortunately, this isn’t a story about Egg, and the awesomeness that unravels there. No, this story is about another place. You should know this one well too. This is the place that catches all the starving passersby that leave that popular and oh so busy place undoubtedly disappointed when they can’t get a table. In this case, the Two Door Tavern. On a warm Sunday afternoon, I fell victim to the Two Door Tavern. So close to Egg, yet so far away. But, in the midst of my hunger pains, it would have to suffice…or would it.

Well, the long and the short of it, really, is that this place was an epic disappointment. Of course, it was disappointing because we didn’t get to eat at Egg, but really the most egregious indignity was caused by the Two Door Tavern itself. By bypassing Egg, we thought we were avoiding the wait. Yes, we realized the food wouldn’t be what we had wanted, but we would get to eat soon. In this game of compromise, that would have to do. But, what we didn’t know was that the wait to eat at Two Door Tavern would be equally as long. No, we didn’t wait to sit down. We were seated right away. But we did wait to order and then we waited even longer for our food to arrive. Not because the restaurant was busy, because it wasn’t. We waited because the restaurant was painfully slow. In fact, we waited almost 2 hours for food and dare I say, mediocre food. I ordered a BLT with a fried egg that was offensively overcooked and bacon that was medium rare. The rest of the food was equally as thrilling. So, the next time you find yourself caught in a pickle, deciding between delicious and a wait, and someplace else, just remember how un-delicious that someplace else might really be.